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Men of mystery, women of intrigue, you who seek adventure even in the books you read. If you love the feel of strong bindings in your hands--first editions, leather bound boards, original illustrations, gilt and marble edges, and fanciful end papers--this is the place for you. So pour yourself a cup of tea, sit a spell, and let's talk books . . .

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"I am a product [...of] endless books. My father bought all the books he read and never got rid of any of them. There were books in the study, books in the drawing room, books in the cloakroom, books (two deep) in the great bookcase on the landing, books in a bedroom, books piled as high as my shoulder in the cistern attic, books of all kinds reflecting every transient stage of my parents' interest, books readable and unreadable, books suitable for a child and books most emphatically not. Nothing was forbidden me. In the seemingly endless rainy afternoons I took volume after volume from the shelves. I had always the same certainty of finding a book that was new to me as a man who walks into a field has of finding a new blade of grass."
~C. S. Lewis